39. OS 18. Too Tempting to Resist (Part 39)

Part 39

“Khushi,” he whispered, his lips close to hers.

Khushi wanted to reply, but was powerless. She just swallowed through a dry throat and looked at his eyes, her body pinned against the wall by his hands on her waist.

His hot lips brushed against hers, softly, gently.

She jumped at that tender touch. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. What was he doing?

His lips pursued hers and this time, pressed more firmly against hers.

Khushi fell against the wall, giving up all pretense of standing her ground literally and figuratively. Her entire focus shifted to her lips and trapped by the sorcery of his lips, she stood still letting him do what he wanted with her.

His warm lips trapped her upper lip and tugged.

She trembled.

He moved to her lower lip and sucked the nectar from it. Her nails curled into his waist, crushing the fabric of his t-shirt.

His tongue invited hers to a duel and, the Jhansi ki rani that she was, she obliged.

His fingers trailed down the sides of her neck and moved over her shoulders and down her arms, searing her bare skin.

Khushi fell back, wrenching her lips away. Wild eyes looked into wilder ones, the dark swirling around them like inky black silk curtains.

She pushed him away in panic and ran out of the storeroom. She raced up the steps and locked herself in the bathroom.

Arnav followed slowly, a smirk on his face.

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“Khushi, come out. You will fall sick,” he said, trying to hide a smile, one hand on the locked bathroom door.

Khushi stood in the shower stall, letting cold water pour down her head and body, hoping it put out the fire he had lit in her. Her arms were clasped around her shivering body.

“Khushi,” he called again.

There was no reply, except the sound of the shower running.

“Khushi, come out. I won’t touch you,” he promised.

A long moment later, he heard the water stop. A few minutes later, Khushi emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a white night suit, her hair wrapped in a white towel. Her eyes refused to meet his.

He crossed his arms and stood watching her dry her hair, brush it and then climb into bed.

He dimmed the lights and followed her.

Once in bed, he gathered her close, blanket and all.

“You promised...” she hissed.

“I am not touching you, only your clothes. So jao, Khushi,” he muttered, 

burrowing his face in her hair.

“Aap...” she began.

“Shut up, Khushi,” he whispered.

Khushi bit her tongue and stayed immobile and stiff till she felt he had fallen asleep. Then her body sagged and became limp. Slowly she slipped into sleep.